”We watch her rolling over for a second, then cut to a new angle – her sitting on her couch, still in her lingerie. She’s sitting drunk rather t...an demure. Legs apart showing off the gusset of her panties, elbows on knees, a glass of wine in one hand as she leans forward, producing extra cleavage. She’s talking fast and loose, slurring a little.“I don’t find dogs attractive ... I’m not a wierdo ... Although HE’S GORGEOUS! ... Haha ha...” She laughs. “But the idea has always been in my head that. I would be yours for whatever you wanted.” While my mind swirled thinking about this future moment, she decided to get straight to the point. “Would you wear one of my thongs now?” Like this was even a question. “You pick.” I responded. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I had secretly worn panties many times in the past, always dreaming of an opportunity to do so during a sexual encounter. Here I was, sitting at the edge of the bed while my gorgeous fiancée rummaged through her. Rose informed me that she had planned ahead, and had dressed the doll inthe same outfit before I arrived today. She knew she would be dressingme the same way, and wanted the doll and me to match. She handed me thedoll saying, "Now take your new dolly, and let's go down stairs to showyour Auntie Jennifer just what a cute and adorable looking little girlyou are."Nanny Rose took my hand and we started out of the bedroom and down thehall to the stairs. On the way down the hall I asked Nanny how. " She had a pleading look in her eyes. I must have looked surprised to her."Our baby is going to need a daddy." Yes, Jazz. Yes, I'll marry you."As we came together tears fell from our eyes.I almost couldn't believe it. I was getting married! And to the most beautiful woman who ever lived. The fact that she was black and I was white never factored into our thinking. But it did her family. At least to one of them.When Jazz introduced me to her mother and father for the first time I thought they'd.